In July, we will have been married for 10 years. I still can’t believe the time went by so fast. For the most part, I think we’re the same people that we were then. We still love each other ridiculously — and love our ridiculousness. But we’re not immune to the “been married a damn long time” rut either. We’re not daily sex people anymore. We fart in front of each other now. We’re more honest about things that we probably shouldn’t say “I like the way your boobs jiggle when you brush your teeth.” We’re also more cloistered than we’ve ever been. We both work at home and so we spend a LOT of time together and the more we’re hunkered down inside our little house turned art studio, the less we want to leave. We used to want to go out every night, party every weekend - go to movies and concerts and art shows and to eat candy on the beach. Now, if we’re out for more than 5 hours we’re looking at our watches, wondering when how long we have to stay to be polite and can we please go home now. We’ve made the cats into our surrogate children. We’ve eschewed cooking and cleaning for the finer things in life, like napping. We spat a lot, often in front of people, and we generally only argue over REALLY stupid, insignificant stuff. We’ve also become closer friends than we’ve ever been.